I am not sure if this makes my poetry any better, if it is any good at all, or indeed if I like it. However I am determined to "improve" my writing and this is very much an experiment to see how things work out. Thus far I have approached poetry as a means of entertainment. Coming from writing songs, my poetry was simply an extension of my lyrics. However the more I read about poetry, it seems that poetry should be more than this. I am not sure that I agree and this seems to be very much an academic view but to get anywhere in the various poetry writing contests and potentially getting published, one needs to join in with the fashions as set by those academics.

I intend to write a post about my feelings on this very soon. But for now, here is my newest poem:-

Almost a bout of free writing but there was a lot of editing involved. However, there is still not much use of metaphors and word pictures. Maybe I still need to work on it, leave it a couple of weeks and come back again; see where I can take it?

Saturday, 1 September 2012

I battled the wind to work today,A friendly little bout.No doubt I won and won quite fair,His fingers ruffled my well-combed hairBut I won without a doubt.

He called upon his friend the rain,To help out with the matchFar too late to change his fate,The result never was under debateThis was, and is my patch.

After rain the heavy brigadeAnd now here comes the hail.Solid chunks of ice came sparring,Joined the fray; set teeth a jarringBut it was all to no avail.

At this he became so angryHe blew up quite a storm.Thunder, lightening, nothing sparedFor damage done he little cared.I watched eyes full of scorn.

Such a frightening temper tantrumThe like you never saw.But I kept calm, and would not flinchI would not budge, no not an inchHis attitude? Shock and awe.

After this he calmed right downEmbarrassed by my scorn.The damage done, no going back,No way to take a different tack,His locks had now been shorn.

His strength abated, the sun returnedThe spoiled child was done.Gentle breezes plied the airHe almost wished he wasn’t there,A new day had begun.

This is probably the first time I have written a poem with a five lined verse or stanza (aka quintain). Not sure how it came about but I had the first two lines in the first stanza and also the 4th and 5th lines. I couldn't figure out to to put them together, until I decided to complete the stanza with a line rhyming with the second line. It's good to try something different, yes?

In fact, I had just updated a Squidoo lens that I wrote explaining how a poem entitled the wind had been written. I completed the lens with pictures and information on the New Orleans disaster. The update was to add the issues with hurricane Isaac, this year (almost to the day) causing new fears for the residents of New Orleans. Luckily this year the flooding was far less severe.